Chapter 10
Daylight came and the two, cuddled together in the bunk bed, slept on. It had been more than a physical draining. It had been an emotional one, as well. They clung tightly to one another, not so much out of fear of losing each other as the simple enjoyment of being near the one who was loved.
Awakening finally, Mary Jane thought she should feel some kind of remorse for the antics in which she had indulged the previous night, but could find no reason to feel sorry. She had truly enjoyed every moment of it, basically because she knew it was with a man who loved her, but one who wasn't part of the same clan.
She lay silently, enjoying the pressure of his body against hers. It was ice-cold in the cabin, and she was glad to have him clinging to her.
When his eyes finally opened, she looked at him and asked, "Do you still love me?"
Ronny smiled. She was still such a little girl in so many ways. She would always have an air of naiveté about her, and that would keep him drawn to her, always. He didn't know why, but he was certain he would never find another woman like this no matter how long he looked.
"You betcha," he told her. "I think I'm always gonna love you. You're very special to me, Mary Jane. I think my wandering days are over. From now on I'm going to settle down and run the restaurant very industriously."
"Can I help?" she pleaded.
"Well, you proved you know how to wait tables. That's an asset."
"Will you make love to me every night?"
"Whenever the business doesn't whack me out."
"I'll make sure it doesn't. Do you have a lot of relatives?"
"Sure. Everyone in the restaurant business is loaded with relatives. There's always one to sell him insurance, dishes, cutlery, meats, furniture and everything else a restaurant needs. The relatives are supposed to Sell it to me giving me a break, but every now and again I get the feeling they're overcharging me. But, what can you do?
They're relatives."
"Don't you have any nice relatives?"
"Oh, sure. I have an aunt who always comes in and helps behind the meat counter. Part of the restaurant sells take-out orders."
"Am I really a permanent part of your life, Ronny? I'm so afraid I'm running away to nowhere and nothing."
"Hey, you are the most important thing in my life, right now. And I'll prove it to you once we're back home by taking out a marriage license Then I'll hitch you to me permanently enough. And who knows, you might be the one to be sorry."
"I'll never be sorry living with you. I enjoy being near you, touching you, just smelling the fresh scent of your body."
"It's not so fresh after a whole day of restauranting. Believe me, it's a hard business."
"But at least you get to keep what you earn. You're responsible for no one's problems other than those of yourself and your loved ones."
"Hey, beautiful, wanna get laid?"
"Could it wait until after breakfast and a washing up?"
"Sure. Wrap a blanket around you and head for the bathroom. I'll get dressed and go get some fresh snow for drinking water."
Ronny quickly dressed once Mary Jane had gone into the bathroom, not so much out of modesty as to warm up. The temperature must have been close to twenty degrees Fahrenheit, which for that time of year might even have been considered warm in that part of the country.
Taking the washbasin, he went outside and filled it with fresh snow. The flakes had stopped falling, but from where he was, he could see both sides of the pass below were still blocked and would likely remain that way until the snowplows came through.
Taking the basin inside, he heated the snow on the kerosene stove until it was warm water, then gave it to Mary Jane so she could wash. When she was finished with it, she handed him the basin and he refilled it, heated it again, then went into the bathroom once she was out, and took care of all his needs, which included a quick soaping and rinsing from throat to knees.
When he emerged from the bathroom, he found her cooking some of the dried meat in a fry pan she had found in one of the cupboards. There was a little cooking oil too, so the meat wouldn't stick.
After breakfast, they cleaned the fry pan, threw the paper plates and plastic forks into the cess hole used as a toilet, washed their hands, and went for a walk. They couldn't walk too far, but both felt the need for fresh air at that point.
"You know," she said to him, staring down at the pass and the two points where it was blocked, "this may sound kind of dumb, but I feel like a bride on her honeymoon."
"Do Padramor brides have honeymoons?" Ronny asked.
"Not in the sense that you people do. I've read about your customs and I'm aware of the honeymoon idea, where a bride and groom go away and get to know one another. It's a very good idea. The Padramor honeymoon is different, and now I know why. The supposed bride is given a collation after her marital initiation. Then she gets to spend the next two weeks in her so-called husband's bed, every night. Now I know there is no true husband, unless the father insists his daughter marry outside the immediate family, which is rare. I couldn't understand why my sister didn't sleep in our room for the two weeks following her fifteenth birthday. This past week I learned all about the whys and wherefores."
"One thing I can't understand about your religion. Why does everyone insist on leading Spartan lives, with barely enough to live on from year to year."
"The Padramors remain poor because they remain isolated," Mary Jane told him. "In order to make money, they'd have to mingle with those people already making money. If they did that, the Padramor secret might become known. And that is a secret that must be kept. Just as the Mormons had to stop their polygamy once it became known, so the Padramors would have to surrender their idea of incest should it become known. And since incest is the basis of our religion, it would thus mean the end of the Padramors."
"Won't the others be afraid you and I might reveal their secrets?"
"No. My behavior this past week, when first undergoing incestual instruction, was quite exemplary. As far as my family and the rest of the Padramors are concerned, I've run off with you because I've fallen madly in love with you. They know I won't really reveal anything to outsiders, even though I have rejected the Padramor faith by going away with you. I will never be accepted back on Bell's Landing."
"Does it bother you?"
"I'll miss my sister, Abigail. But I was never strongly tied to my parents. Parents? My mother is also my half sister. Do you think you can tolerate me, knowing this?"
"Why not? You and I aren't related; not even distantly. Our children will all be very healthy."
"Our children," Mary Jane mused. "God, I hope they're all girls. If I have any sons, who knows but it might be in my blood to revert to type and try and sleep with them."-
Ronny laughed and said, "Incest is not an inherited tendency. You told me, one of the reasons why you ran away was the fear of having to take a son for a lover later on in life. I can't see you changing, later on. Besides, at the rate we're going right now, we'll never even have children. You're still a virgin."
Tingles ran through Mary Jane. The thrill of doing something of truly great importance was about to happen. What, after all, could be of greater importance to a young girl, than the loss of her maidenhood? It was more than that. It was the thrill of doing something totally forbidden according to her former religion, the only religion she really knew. She was going to sleep with an outsider. She was going to surrender her hymen to someone other than her father, or for that matter other than a member of her family. There was the thrill of sexual arousal, but it was much more. It was the thrill of doing something she had believed wrong all her life, but now knew was right.
There was even more to it than that. All during the past year her older sister had hinted at the wonders of something she, Mary Jane, was totally unaware of. Now she would experience that wonderful thing. Hers was a full, ripe female body waiting for that ultimate consummation. Her breasts were still growing, but they were already full and hard. Her buttocks were firm and round. Beneath her flat belly was a flaxen mound of golden pussy hair covering a pussy she knew was totally alive and alert to extra-sensitive handling. She had already enjoyed one total and complete orgasm, brought about by her lover's mouth. It proved she had passion inside her.
The thoughts in Mary Jane's mind were beginning to affect her body. She could feel that hot, burning itch deep inside her pussy as hot droplets began to leak from between her virginal labia, moistening the crotch of her cotton bloomers. She would have to wash those bloomers before putting them on again. Already, as she walked back toward the cabin with Ronny, scissoring her thighs back and forth, she could feel a certain sexual beat building up inside her. The nipples of her breasts were hardening into pink nubbins of sensuality, pressing into her bra, and as she looked down she could see the bulge in Ronny's groin, letting her know he was hot for her, too. It was exciting and arousing.
Ronny, who had an arm around Mary Jane, sensed she was trembling with something more than mere sexual anxiety. He smiled at her, radiating confidence, but there was turmoil inside him, as well. He was going to be the first engineer to drill a shaft into this particular woman's tunnel. He would have to do it slowly and carefully, yet with enough speed to break the hymeneal barrier as quickly as he could.
They entered the cabin and he lit a fire on the kerosene stove. It would help to warm up the cabin a bit during the day. They removed their coats and dropped them on the upper bunk bed, then sat on the lower one, side by side. Ronny's hand stroked up and down Mary Jane's arm, knowing the feeling would be enough to start her going. She turned and pressed her face into his chest, her fists balling up and clutching parts of his shirt. He could sense her gasping as his hands caressed her back. He let the hand slide down along her back, moving lower, lower, running along the edge of her spine to the delicate curve of her asscheeks. Then he let his fingers dance up again, running along the trestle of her spine. And all the while he kept breathing heatedly into her ear as she pressed her face harder and harder into his chest.
"Think you're really ready?" he asked.
"I'll never be more ready," she whispered, throatily.
His hands slowly, smoothly, skillfully caressed and stroked her breasts. He pressed his palms more firmly against the material of her dress, feeling and hearing her pant as he rubbed her nipples, making them enlarge and press against the coarse material of the long dress. His hands found the zipper on the back of her dress and hastily pulled it down, letting her slide the dress off her shoulders and arms. She stood for an instant in order to pull the dress off and put it on the upper bunk with the coats. Then his tongue began making warm, wet trails along her back, making her shiver even more. His head dipped lower, then came around front as his tongue flitted against the flatness of her belly, moving higher until he came to the snow-colored flesh filling her bra cups. His lips kissed the jutting mounds of her tits as his tongue licked down into the valley between them, making her shiver with anxiety as she clutched his head and held it close to her body. Then his fingers once again reached behind her and undid the bra snaps, and he pulled the garment off, freeing her full, small, rondular breasts. Then she sat as his mouth kissed her tits.
Mary Jane's ass writhed against the bed as she squirmed under his masterful touch, her body rotating slightly in his direction as she grasped his hair, pulled his head up, and jammed her eager mouth against his lips. Her eyes were tightly shut, and she was all but out of breath. She felt his tongue probe into her mouth as his lips covered hers with ardent, flaming kisses. Ecstatic enjoyment filled her as she clutched him close to her bare breasts.
She felt his fingers titillate the flowering buds of her rosy nipples. He pinched a little, enhancing all sensation in her breasts as she sucked on his probing tongue, feeling it lance in and out of her mouth. Mary Jane made small, almost whispering, mewling sounds.
And then his sure hands moved from caressing her apple-round tits to her bare thighs, sliding up beneath the elastic of her bloomer. His fingers moved higher, causing her mounting passion to increase as she shivered even more as the beatific eroticism telegraphed by his fingers communicated itself to her. His fingertips were moving into the sodden area of her steaming crotch. His manual digits pulled the wet material aside and rubbed tantalizingly up and down the soaking, fur-surrounded slice of her leaking cunt as she opened his thighs to offer it to him.
Mary Jane's head was spinning. She loved the probing of his fingers and felt herself becoming inebriated with delicious rapture. His fingers felt almost as good as his tongue had felt the night before.
The strong, solid probing of his stiffened fingers were tugging the passion-soaked crotch of her bloomers aside. His extended middle finger moved to slide into the soaking, shivering never-before-touched cunt. It slid in slowly, feeling the hot, tight walls of her pussy squeeze around his injecting probe. He pushed a little deeper, and Mary Jane shifted to make it easier for him, sighing all the more as his finger slid a little deeper, moving until it met the stretched, taut membrane proving her virginity. She felt the finger then slowly withdraw, moving back along the hot, slick wetness through which it had pushed. She shuddered as it popped out of her simmering tunnel, then trembled violently as it touched her budding young clit, caressing it, massaging it, teasing it and even lightly pressing it. She could feel his excitement as well, knowing he was becoming more and more aroused by the pressure of his fingers into her soft corridor. She could tell he was becoming stimulated by the feel of her tender flesh, added to the vacillating thrill of merely touching her adolescent self. He was breathing heavily, his tongue stabbing between her lips, fucking itself into her mouth as if it were a cock already buried in a sweet snatch.
Mary Jane felt herself gone beyond any point of return. She knew it, and she was aware he knew it. There was only one way all this would end and they both knew it. There had to be total satisfaction for both of them. With the passing moments Mary Jane became less and less afraid as her sensuality built ever higher. There would be pain. Of this she had no doubt. But she also knew it wouldn't be a lasting pain, and when it was finally gone it would be replaced by an everlasting, delightful fulfillment. And because she loved him so much, the rapture would be that much greater. She looked forward to it now with a deep anxiety.
Ronny guided her down on the bunk bed, his middle finger still pressing and teasing her naked, pulsing button-like clitoris; his tongue still eeling in and out between her lips, moving faster and faster, heightening her desire even more. And then he slowly pulled his lips from hers, his body hovering directly over her supine, vibrating, youthful self. His head bent and once again he suckled her breasts, tasting the ripe berries of her nipples, feeling them become nails of hard flesh between his lips as his tongue played over each one in turn. All the while his fingers continued teasing her belly, tantalizing her tender, youthful flesh, feeling her writhe and squirm and wriggle with unabated delight.
Pulling his lips from her tits, he stared down at her waist as his fingers slowly began tugging down her bloomers. She automatically lifted her hips to help him, and finally her soft, blond pussy muff came into his line of vision. He tugged lower, pulling her bloomers off, and was then able to stare at the wonderful pink vortex into which he'd buried his tongue the previous night. It was a fabulous sight; rich, pouting, and just seeping the tasty, colorless wine he had imbibed to his heart's content. The pouch of her labia swelled convexly, making him hunger for it all over again. The aromatic scent caused shivers to ripple through him. God! She was so beautiful. And she was his, all his.
She was totally naked now, letting him appreciate the wonderful curves of her waist and the growing fullness of her hips. Her hips weren't fully developed yet, but even now they were delightfully swollen to the extent he was able to grasp how much more delightful they would be when they finally did fulfill their promise.
Mary Jane felt wonderfully conspicuous. She enjoyed watching his eyes wander all over her body, admiring the wonder of her, making her realize she was far prettier than she had ever imagined she might be. The excitement of his glittering eyes caused even more lubricant to come seeping out from between her moth wing-like pussylips. She felt convulsive furors of ecstasy trammel through the inner depths of her creaming cunt and then charge through her entire nervous system as Ronny's hands once more closed over her solid breasts. She heard him almost whimper with pleasure at the velvety texture of her flesh added to the pebble-like solidity of her fully-aroused, almost-rigid pink nipples. His fingers once again began rolling across the nutlike firmness of her virginal tips, squeezing them into thrilling excitement.
"I can't help myself," he whispered to her. "I can't get enough of the taste of them." And one more time his head came down and his hot, sucking mouth encompassed her entire breast, pulling the boob all the way in, feeling her solid stud of pink nipple rake across his palate as he sucked madly, letting his tongue roll around the teat.
Mary Jane sighed and her hips once again took up the strong, rhythmic undulation instinctive to all people. Ronny sucked strongly this time, shuddering as her nipple touched the back of his throat, making him writhe, as well. And all the while he was stripping off his own clothes, no longer able to remain quiescent. Mary Jane was conscious of his mouth pulling her tit deeper and deeper into his throat, and then, abruptly, he released her breast, stood up, and said, "We should each look at one another, Mary Jane. Fear is a thing of the past. We must both want each other and see what we want."
Slowly, the lust-hungry girl's brown eyes opened and she saw him standing above her, as bare as she, his face filled with love for her. Her eyes moved slowly down from his face, wandering across his hairy chest, down his flat belly, finally coming to rest on the thick, prurient-solidified dork she had loved the previous night, filling her mouth and throat with it until she thought she would die from delight. Now, in the daylight, it looked longer and broader than ever, making her suck in her breath strongly as her eyes widened. Yes, this was the wonderful weapon she wanted used to remove her virginal obstacle. Oh great God! She wanted it so much her pussy actually hurt from the longing. God! It was immense. She was staring at it as closely as she had seen Earl's, and though she confirmed her opinion that Earl's was a fraction of an inch longer, it was nowhere near as thick as this wonderful baton. It was beautiful: as beautiful to her eyes' as Earl's was ugly. Blood-swollen, magenta-domed, already she was picturing the wonderful flesh pike burying itself all the way into the depths of her hot, steaming canal, and a shiver of wantonness ran through her. At the same time she wondered if it was really possible for her to contain the entire length of that masterful wand.
For an instant she was terrified again, thinking of how her father's ponderous pecker had looked, pushing its way into her sister's tight, tiny pussy. She froze, realizing she was about to get the full length of it inside her own body, and this was a longer, thicker prick than anything her sister had ever known.
"Relax," Ronny whispered, "remain relaxed and the pain will pass very, very quickly. Trust me. I love you, Mary Jane."
He seemed to have a relaxing effect on her and she calmed down. Any pain would be minimal, he had so sworn, and she knew she trusted him implicitly. And as the fear receded, the overwhelming yearning for him swelled, and she became mesmerized by the hot, hard, length of thick penis. Her imagination began working overtime and she could all but feel the broadsword of cock poking its way into her, and in her imagination she loved every bit of it.
As if in a daze, a hypnotic trance, she watched Ronny lie down beside her as, once again his hungering mouth sought the pink nubbins of her nipples. She thrilled all over again to the sensation of his tongue rolling over first one, then the other nipple as his saliva oiled them and made them shine. The way his lips pulled at them made her want to shout to the world how wonderful it all felt. After seeing what her father had done to her sister, she had never dreamed such a thing would happen to her, and in such a short period of time. It was truly marvelous.
She saw Ronny's eyes swelling as he stared at her wondrous blond triangle, gazing at the curling, downy cunt fuzz resting above the juice slice resting between the solid pillars of her white thighs. His gaze was riveted on the shining, dripping, coral nest exposed and waiting to be plumbed.
"Christ!" he murmured, "you're so absolutely ravishing. No woman in the world is as beautiful as you."
What a wonderful cunt. He remembered how tight it had been the previous night when he'd forced his tongue into it. Now it was simply waiting for his pulsing prick to probe it.
Mary Jane could see his eyes were mirrors of love and lust. His hands were no spreading wide the pillars of her alabaster thighs, revealing the complete magnificence of her deep, pink channel. The mere sight of it seemed to totally overwhelm him.
Working his way between those perfect columns of her thighs, Ronny rose to his knees, moving between the lush, palpitating flesh of her creamy loins, moving forward very slowly so the lavender point of his blood-engorged phallus barely touched the wet, pink edge of her slit. She pulled back reflexively when she felt the contact, then shudderingly relaxed, sighing, knowing that no matter how much it would hurt she wanted that huge, fat cock buried all the way way inside her. She sighed and let her head loll from side to side with her long blond hair waving across her face like a banner. Her round, solid-tipped breasts shivered under his pressing palms as she awaited the long-desired attack of his massive ram between her wide-open legs.
Ronny had an overpowering urge to simply ram his cock into her, headlong, shoving it as far up into her as it would go, splitting her membrane quickly and violently. Only a last minute flicker, reminding him this was a gently-reared girl who had already had more than her share of problems sexually, restrained him.
She felt him press his phallic tip to her parted lips, guiding it with his hand between the tight, elastic vulva of her ultra-tight cunt, his knees pressing against the insides of her thighs, preventing her from suddenly closing her legs on him.
The inner softness of Mary Jane's loins felt the hardness of his knees and jerked apart after trying to press against them. His hand forced his throbbing cock forward a bit more until he had finally pushed the solid rubber point of his shimmering dick to where half the glans was finally between her sucking labia.
Mary Jane bounced, anticipating pain, feeling a slight sting, but feeling even more certainly, the wonder of the pressure his cock exerted on all the walls of her vagina as it nosed in just past the crushing inner lips. Little by little, very, very slowly, he inched more and more of his solid thickness into her squeezing tightness. Her face began to twist with pain as his weighty cock stretched the walls of her tight cunt In a short while her agony would turn into wild, abandoned lasciviousness.
He pushed a little deeper, feeling the wonder of her squeezing cunt as it pressed all the more tightly around his pushing penis.
"Don't stop," she begged. "Push .. harder ... no matter what... keep ... uuuuuh ... pushing until it's... ahhhhh... it hurts... all the way... yaaaa ... in ..."
The blunted roundness of his oversensitive prick finally felt the barrier of her hymen. He reached down, gripped her hips with both hands, cocked his hips, then flexed them forward, ramming right through the virginal membrane, sundering it instantly, and Mary Jane reacted, bucking and screaming beneath him as his meat continued thundering in, forcing apart walls that had never had anything probing between them before.
The worst was over. The cherry was no longer there. The only remaining pain had to do with the stretching of her inner tube of cunt as his ponderous cock continued making inroads until it was finally buried all the way in, feeling the tight clutch of her grasping channel as her young cunt for the first time, felt a solid, meaty cock fill it up.
He lay on top of her, keeping his weight on his elbows and knees as his lips kissed hers, and bis tongue licked away the salty tears falling on her cheeks. He rotated his groin a little, letting his mighty tool enlarge her sweet, tight quim, and eventually Mary Jane felt the pain beginning to fade. She became conscious of his kissing lips and responded, kissing him back. Her arms went around him, tugging him tightly to her and her eyes were no longer shedding tears as she rotated her own fulcrum against his, first beginning to feel the wonder of his pressuring dong as it moved back and forth inside her. Vibrating with tremendous passion, Mary Jane felt how wonderfully and marvelously it filled her; so totally, so completely, so delightfully. Now the hole inside her didn't merely feel blocked, but felt fulfilled. It was as if a missing part of her had returned to become part of her again, thoroughly inundating her with a sensation of being complete.
It was good! Oh yes, it was so very good! It was everything she had seen written on her sister's face when their father had fucked into Abby, and it was much more. And now that the pain was fast fading into a never-to-be-remembered past, she was certain the wonderful excitement would continue and build.
Slowly, very slowly, she felt him move, pulling and withdrawing his masculine hardness from inside her fulfilled interior.
Oh no! she thought. Oh no! Don't go. Don't leave me. Don't take that marvelous magic out of me.
But before she could object and voice her feelings aloud, she felt the pole returning as he carefully fucked into her with long, slow, deliberate strokes. She could tell by the way he was trembling that every part of him was screaming to hurry the movement and come, yet he refused to listen to the cries of his body as greater and greater pressure began building up in his already-swollen testicles. His broad, powerful cock pushed into the farthest depths of the writhing girl's anxious twat, only to retreat for an instant before once again piledriving forward, the solid bluntness of the purple head actually butting against her cervical entrance as the sucking, burning walls of her cunt continued to expand slightly, adjusting her inner hole to the length and breadth of him.
"Oooooh ..." she sighed . .. "it's sooooo gooooood. I never . . ooooh ... dreamed ... ahhhhh ... it could be so fantastic ... ohhhh ... even after last night. Don't stop, whatever you do, don't... uhhhh ... stop. I can tell when I come the feeling will... aggghhhh ... be so much stronger than ... eeeee... last night. Fuck me, beloved, but fuck hard, hard, hard ..."
The sound of her pleading voice sent Ronny into a maddened plunging, driving him to a fevered pitch. Christ! She was enjoying it even more than he'd dreamed. She wasn't afraid of his spurting inside her. From the way her cunt was clutching his cock it was obvious she was eagerly looking forward to feeling the heat of his seed in her vagina. He rammed into her with all his strength, determined to bring her to a heady climax.
Her clutching nookie felt welded to his probing cock. The resistance of her clutching walls was so strong he had to push with tremendous effort each time he plunged forward, and had to pull vigorously every time he retreated. Loud sucking sounds came from their connection as his ass pistoned his swollen dingus back and forth. Her fingers dug into his flesh and her heels kicked his rump urging him on, and Ronny realized to remain gentle and tender at this point would be to defeat everything for which they were jointly striving.
He plunged forward, shoving his vibrant tool into her clinging vagina as far as it would go, burying it in her to the limit, shoving it through the clinging tissues of her enclosing walls, thrilling to the continual kisses being implanted on his prong's base by her squeezing vulva lips. The weighty sac between his thighs continually slammed against the tender perineum between hers, beating against it as if intending to smash through. Her thighs held him nestled tightly between, pulling him into her as anxiously as he was plunging his hard, fat, rigid muscle. It began chugging into her with greater speed as the mixture of their joint lubricity and her virginal blood oiled the way. In spite of the intense cold, both were perspiring heavily, grunting and sighing each time his pummeling cock returned to completely fill her vaginal void. She moved with as much anxiety as he, her ass bouncing wildly on the bunk bed's mattress as she automatically adjusted herself to the gait of this thrilling sexual union. Her thighs pressed solidly against his writhing hips.
His mighty pudendum was reaming its way through her grasping cunt, an inflamed, burning pylon traveling through her and continually prying the walls of her sweet inner pathway apart as if it were a white-hot wedge. It seemed to thunder farther and farther into her, and Mary Jane felt as if one of those automobiles she had just seen for the first time was being driven through her clasping interior. It was speeding through that hollow part of her with such power she believed it would sure charge through her wanton belly up into her throat, eventually strangling her.
With the passage of moments, the glorious vestibule of her young pussy dilated a fraction more, enlarging just enough to comfortably hold the immense breadth of his working penis. It felt like a gigantic marlin spike running in and out of her as if trying to eventually break through another barrier in the hope of literally nailing her to the bed.
Mary Jane moved automatically, realizing for the first time the true purpose of her prurient snatch, and in so understanding its usage, became fully cognizant of how wonderful his hard flesh felt as it continued working its way through her. She began concentrating on the feel of it inside her, no longer letting things happen naturally. Her mind grasped the picture of his sweetmeat probing her furthest depths, plumbing her darkest regions. She could see it all in her mind as clearly as she had seen the way her father's cock had filled her sister's hole. She concentrated on the way her interior surrounded his manly plunger, and in doing so, began contracting her vaginal muscles, squeezing his powering organ far inside her impassioned, almost rabid cunt, intent on not only enjoying every last bit of it, but wanting to make it equally thrilling for him.
Her firm, round asscheeks began bouncing more furiously now as she felt that wonderful something first beginning to build inside her.
"I... I.... can fee ... feel it," she gasped, feeling flames sear her lungs as she continued moving her ass in rhythm to the way he was slinging his powerful cock into her. "Fuck ... harder," she ordered. "Fuck faster ... faster... faster... don't ... uhhhh sttttoooooop ... keep fucking ... uuuuuuhhhhhhhhhh ... oh God ... God ... God ... I'm cummmmmmmiiiinnnnggg..."
And she began bucking insanely, spasming wildly as she began coming madly. She came so hard she almost actually squeezed him out, her squashing pussy muslces clamped down so hard.
As it was, his thundering phallus had thoroughly filled every bit of emptiness in her previously-void interior. It had entirely stoppered her full vaginal maw, allowing no air in or out, touching every living, febrile part of her, and Mary Jane went into wild paroxysms of unutterable delight, experiencing thrills ten times more powerful than those she'd known when he'd used his tongue. And when the first of her marvelous climaxes reached the top and began receding, she felt another one completely overwhelm her, hitting her with no less force. There was nothing wrong here, nothing immoral, nothing indecent. This was life. This was love. This was the very essence of being. It was the sum total of everything.
Every nerve-ending, every synapse, every particle of herself was caught up in the wonderment of the orgasmic conclusions. And there seemed no end to her constant supply of oncoming orgasms.
Ronny felt his own orgasm starting to build. It was really going to be something. He'd had his share of sexual experiences, and some of them had been on the verge of fantastic, but he knew this was going to be the big one. More, he knew it was only the prelude of years and years of climaxes to come; all of which would surpass each previous orgasm.
His seed came bubbling up, thrilling him as it never had before, and suddenly he found he was thrashing while lying on top of her, madly injecting his wanton serum into her clamping cunt, spurting outpouring gallons of heavy fluid as far up into her as he possibly could, knowing it was penetrating her cervix, seeping into her womb, climbing higher and higher in an attempt to reach as far into her as it could.
A mighty, inflexible fire hose, it blasted into her again and again, sending pulsating vibrations shivering through every particle of him. He clutched her all the more tightly to him, kissing her face, feeling her respond with as much fervor.
Each realized they had found the mate meant for them. There was no escaping this final conclusion. They understood no one would ever feel this good to either one of them. They seemed to have been designed to fit each other.
After an eternity of time the wonderful feeling slowly, very slowly faded, but they remained locked into each other.